Redundant, chapter 8
Morning came. We were still at Tré's house but we were all asleep. Tré was sleeping on the floor like a dog, Mike was sleeping on the couch in his room (Tré's very lucky! ) and me and Adrienne were sleeping on the bed. I was the first one to wake up. I looked at my watch. It was only 6:00 am. I didn't want to go back to sleep so I buried my face into my brown eyed girlfriend's hair and continued to hug her.
*A Moment Gone Past*
"WAKE UP SLEEPING BEAUTY!" Tré yelled in Adrienne's ear. She got so shocked that she hid her face in my chest. I looked at the red hair idiot and raised an eyebrow.
"Was that completely necessary?" I asked him as I brushed my fingers through Adrienne's hair. Tré looked at me then he turned away. "I'm sorry Billie Joe," he began saying in a whiny voice "I don't know what came over me!" he sat on the couch Mike was lying on. He got woken up by Tré's incredibly stupid unnecessary scream.
"Nice work Tré Dumb," Mike said to Tré with his arms crossed "You really know how to treat a woman."
An hour later, we were in Tré's living room but Tré himself was in another room. He said that he had to make an important phone call on his cell. We were watching MTV. Once again, they were playing nothing but 'crap' (I mean 'rap') videos. No. Crap.
"Does MTV have anything better than crap?" I complained. Adrienne was sitting on my lap with one arm around my neck. "I guess they don't. Look at that!" she said pointing to the TV.
"Welcome back to MTV's Rap and Hip Hop special, exclusive to MTV!" the man on the TV said. I searched for the remote but it was nowhere to be found. All I could find was Tré's cell phone on the coffee table-Tré's got the remote!
"Why won't this fucking cell phone work?" Tré yelled from the other room. Mike got up and went over to him. He slapped him on the back of the head and took the remote out of his hands.
"This fucking cell phone is the remote for the TV, you nimrod!" Mike said as he hit Tré with the remote and gave it to me. I turned the TV off and wrapped my arms around Adrienne's waist. I held her tightly.
"Um Billie Joe," she complained "you're holding me a bit too tight." I realised that what she was saying was true. I apologised as I loosened my arms and held her normally. She rested her head on my chest and I kissed her on the forehead. Just then, the phone rang. Tré went to answer it.
"Hello... This is Tré Cool... True, my real name's Frank... Yeah Billie Joe is here. You wanna speak to him... Okay. Hang on..."
Tré turned to face me as he held the phone towards me.
"Billie Joe, it's for you. It's Brad."
I looked at the phone. A few seconds later, I slapped my forehead with my hand.
What an idiot!
*A Moment Gone Past*
"WAKE UP SLEEPING BEAUTY!" Tré yelled in Adrienne's ear. She got so shocked that she hid her face in my chest. I looked at the red hair idiot and raised an eyebrow.
"Was that completely necessary?" I asked him as I brushed my fingers through Adrienne's hair. Tré looked at me then he turned away. "I'm sorry Billie Joe," he began saying in a whiny voice "I don't know what came over me!" he sat on the couch Mike was lying on. He got woken up by Tré's incredibly stupid unnecessary scream.
"Nice work Tré Dumb," Mike said to Tré with his arms crossed "You really know how to treat a woman."
An hour later, we were in Tré's living room but Tré himself was in another room. He said that he had to make an important phone call on his cell. We were watching MTV. Once again, they were playing nothing but 'crap' (I mean 'rap') videos. No. Crap.
"Does MTV have anything better than crap?" I complained. Adrienne was sitting on my lap with one arm around my neck. "I guess they don't. Look at that!" she said pointing to the TV.
"Welcome back to MTV's Rap and Hip Hop special, exclusive to MTV!" the man on the TV said. I searched for the remote but it was nowhere to be found. All I could find was Tré's cell phone on the coffee table-Tré's got the remote!
"Why won't this fucking cell phone work?" Tré yelled from the other room. Mike got up and went over to him. He slapped him on the back of the head and took the remote out of his hands.
"This fucking cell phone is the remote for the TV, you nimrod!" Mike said as he hit Tré with the remote and gave it to me. I turned the TV off and wrapped my arms around Adrienne's waist. I held her tightly.
"Um Billie Joe," she complained "you're holding me a bit too tight." I realised that what she was saying was true. I apologised as I loosened my arms and held her normally. She rested her head on my chest and I kissed her on the forehead. Just then, the phone rang. Tré went to answer it.
"Hello... This is Tré Cool... True, my real name's Frank... Yeah Billie Joe is here. You wanna speak to him... Okay. Hang on..."
Tré turned to face me as he held the phone towards me.
"Billie Joe, it's for you. It's Brad."
I looked at the phone. A few seconds later, I slapped my forehead with my hand.
What an idiot!
